Video Game

I was playing Left 4 Dead 2 with my friends today, and honestly? We sucked. Majorly sucked. Deaths left right and center, molotovs flying off the map, more zombies getting headshots than we were.

And it was fun.

We were laughing and laughing and shouting and laughing more, and it reminded me of when I fight people.

Nothing’s serious. I get punched in the face, kicked to the ground, and grudges don’t exist. I’m happy, the happiest ever. And I thought, why do I treat life-or-death situations so casually but I treat myself like hell when it comes to school? Because at the end of the day there’s more risk when you get punched hard than when you get a slightly bad mark.

So hey, I guess I’m going to try and treat life like a game, see if it’s more fun then.

 

Your voice

I’d like to hear your voice just one more time, if you don’t mind.

Revel in the dulcet tones that danced out of your

Mouth and shambled away; kind words that, although well meaning, were not which you envisioned.

 

The silence hurts less when the ghosts run past on the wind

Whispers in the trees that almost convince me you’re there.

I am like a Synesthete; your voice the colours that painted the world-

Without you it lives in monochrome, but I suppose that

 

there’s a beauty in that; the splashes of colour on a dull canvas when I remember you.

I don’t care if this is selfish (or, rather, I do but not enough) but I want you back.

Or, just your voice if you don’t want to show your face

Because I know that you weren’t fond of that, and I never could show you your beauty.

 

I’d like to hear your voice just one more time, if you don’t mind.


My name’s Odd. Some of you may know that I have some experience with death, disappearance, that kind of thing… The loss of a friend always hurts.

I wish I had some kind of comforting message, but I suppose sometimes that isn’t possible. I’m sorry I can’t be a savior to everyone.

Thank you for having me.

The tale of no internet

‘Ello! It’s Odd! 

Good to see you again. My internet a been dead for the past four days and boy oh boy has it been boring. I’ve revised more than I’ve revised in the rest of my life, I’ve read a bunch too, and I rewatched Kokowääh (which is amazing you need to see it).

But yeah. Just wanted to say hi, because it’s been a while since I saw you from behind this rose-tinted blog. Good to see you again. Hope you’re well. Thanks for letting me be here, Elm.

SO I forgot I was able to write on this

Hey guys, guess who? *Insert creepy grin here*

Anyway so long story short I forgot that ages ago I was given permission to post here and, frankly, I fucking didn’t. Did you miss me?

I honestly have no idea what to post about right now, so I’m going to tell you a story. It sort of includes Elm.

So, it’s a Saturday. I think. Was the other day actually, and me and her were at this Thai restaurant place for a friend’s birthday. (Wren’s one, I believe.)

Oh god, schlong.

All through the evening, these friends of mine and Elm’s were making jokes about ‘Schlongs’ (It was a fancy restaurant so they wanted a fancy way to say penis). And these jokes originally started as knock-knock jokes, with schlong being the punchline more often than not. And then one of my friends made a mistake.

Me: Knock knock.

Friend: Schlong- wait.

And then I couldn’t stop laughing for a good while. Oh god.

And then we played Chinese whispers- and guess who changed the word to ‘schlong’?

Yeah. Good ol’ friend.

When the kid at  the end finally had to say it, he couldn’t stop laughing. Which led to the pun, “Don’t take to schlong!”

I don’t know man. I think you had to be there.

‘Till next time!

Grades are weird.

Fairly certain Elm doesn’t know I’m doing this. Shh, don’t tell on me.

Anyway. So today I had a mini little German test that my teacher gave us to make us prepared for exams next year or something? I don’t know. It was a listening test, which was good because it meant I could relax in lesson. And I got a pretty good score. Two marks off full marks. Which meant I got third best in the class, tying with a really tall dude who’s pretty cool. But because the grade boundaries only went up to a C on that paper because it was foundation, I still got that sinking feeling I get when I don’t get higher than a B. (On an old blog I talked about how I hated getting ‘low’ grades and how low for me was high for someone else and how I couldn’t cope with getting Bs and Cs.) It was less profound, sure, because one part of my brain was trying to tell me that I got the highest I possibly could have, but in my mind, a C is a C, no matter how you look at it.

Ah well. Fairly certain I’ll do okay next time I have a test like that with grades higher than a C. I hope.

Alright. I’d better go before Elm realises what I’m doing. She really should not have let me post here… 

Thanks for reading, Odd.

A note from Elm:
You sneaky bastard, you! 😀 also, what are you even talking about? you did amazingly, as you always do, and don’t ever doubt that.

Wahey I’m here now!

Hello! My name is Odd. The Third Odd, if you will. My friend… Elm, like the poor, naive *ahem*Lovely, yes, lovely girl she is decided to let me have a go at posting here. So you might see me around the place now and then. (If she hasn’t disowned me by tomorrow of course) You can find my blog HERE.

Anyway. I thought I’d start with the story of how we met.

It was a cold winters day and the frozen city of Korinlen was in grave danger. A dragon had attacked the palace, and the one remaining monarch, the Blind Queen Elm had been kidnapped. People were running around gathering words and supplies to go out on the dangerous quest to return the Queen to her palace upon the greatest hill… All except one. Her name was Odd. Fair, beautiful, a maiden one could not help but fall in love with as soon as they set eyes on her. In her hand she carried a dagger and nothing more. She stole a horse and set out on her own, with no food or armor into the wilderness to recapture the Queen. As she rode, men staggered back towards the kingdom, holding eyes and heads, bodies and arms, legs and ears; not a single man came back unscathed. They sneered at her as she passed, hissing about how a mere woman would never be able to complete such a challenging quest. She saw the cave. It was big, dark and dismal, and all she could hear coming from inside was the screams of dying men and the roar of dragon as he crunched mens’ bones to pieces like they were nothing but chicken wings. Of course, Odd did not falter. She was the bravest maiden in the land, after all. She boldly stepped into the cave and through the dying men, stepping right up to the dragon and tapping him on the nose. He stopped what he was doing and stared at her- no, glared.  She glared straight back, undaunted. She was not afraid of this beast! The dragon stood, towering above her. She gripped her dagger tighter, and dodged expertly as the first lick of flame flew her way. Nimbly, she danced around the beast, slashing with her simple dagger at his belly until he was exhausted. He sniffed a wisp of smoke at her, and lay down, never to get up again. She ventured deeper into the cave, into the treasure horde. There, above a mountain of  of gold, sat the Queen, bound helpless. Her prize. When they returned to the kingdom, the Queen named her Queen as well, and they were married the very next day. For the rest of Odd’s life, she stood by Elm’s side, ruling as her equal over all of the now helpless lords and knights who had doubted her skills in the beginning like the witless fools they were. The end.

No, not really. I  went up to her in year eight and asked her if she wanted to be my friend.

Thanks for reading, Odd.

A Note from Elm:
Well, THAT was unexpected. I am NOT helpless, you fool! I… I… Odd’s writing skills are as good as ever. It isn’t fair.